Elementary school, junior high school, high school, college… When will it end? I’m tired. But I guess I gotta finish up this monologue before the due date (tomorrow morning). I’m slacking. Procrastination on high. It’s all too much. Where’s my life headed? I wish life had a rewind button so I could go back and enjoy naptime, games, and stuff. Yep, those were the days. The good life! And now what? Alarm clocks and responsibilities. “Do this so you can become that.” “Learn this so you could do that.” I gotta think now and I’m already losing hair as it is. But hey, it’s all worth it in the end I guess. Can’t let my guard down now. Gotta step up and not step down. Continue to educate and move with fate. Where did I stop? O yea! College! It’s never going to end (sigh).
“Dear Mohammed, I’m glad to inform you that you were accepted for the fall 2014 semester at Bernard M. Baruch College.” My reaction to this went a little something like this, “Mama I’m going to college! Gonna go learn how to make monayyyyyyy (money)! You looking at a future businessman!” I was ready, well I thought I was. I was the first person to go to college in my family so the pressure is already building up. I have to make my family proud. I mean if it were up to me then I would’ve still went to college, but wouldn’t have done much. Just enough to get by. Now that my family holds expectations of me then I gotta do what I gotta do to make them smile.
“August 28th, 2014” was the date. First day of college and I was having mix feelings. I am already not a morning person so wasn’t in the mood to get up early. But somehow I managed. I felt like breaking my alarm clock, but like it was an iPhone so not a good idea. Got up, ate, dressed, and went out the door. When I arrived to Lexington Ave, I got lost and was running late as well. So my first day didn’t start off as perfect. As I arrive on campus, it was hard for me to concentrate. There were soooo many beautiful girls. Felt like going up and introducing myself. “Damn ma! On a rate of 1 to 10, you’re a 9 and I’m the 1 you need!” But, I thought it over and it didn’t seem right. Didn’t wanna get slapped either, it’s gonna ruin the rep. And I’m a gentleman myself and so I gotta classy. Anyway. I felt that this wasn’t the time for that. I want to make something of myself so I shouldn’t get off track even though there were so many distractions (wink). And I realized anyway that behind every rich, successful man, there are many woman, so I still have time for that later. As I set off on this new path, I plan to come out strong. “Grind now, shine later.” “That’s the motto n****, YOLO!” Nah, I’m playing. But yes, it’s time to make a difference, keep my head up, and move on with my life.